Lyrics:

Everyday is Sunday when you're unemployed.
Sounds pretty good, man, I should be overjoyed.

Everyday is Sunday,
Everyday is Sunday,
Everyday is Sunday,
Friday never comes.

Do you think I should write a novel, maybe write some songs.
I'll show I'm the genius you've thought all along.

Everyday is Sunday,
Everyday is Sunday,
Everyday is Sunday,
Friday never comes.

I've got nothing to do,
And sit here, staring at you.
And you've got nothing to say,
I wanna hear.

You've got nothing to say,
So I'm just wasting away.
I guess I'll go outsite and do nothing!

Everyday is Sunday when you're unemployed.
And then tomorrows Monday,
And then tomorrows Monday,
And then tomorrows Monday,
And then tomorrows Monday.